About Me
I’m Cookie Taylor, I’m in my 50’s and I’ve been a risk taker all my life. I’ve enjoyed living on the fringes of society and revelled in making mistakes. Freedom and happiness are the most important things to me and I’ve pushed for adventure over ‘success’ every time.
As a child I could invariably be found in two places: 1) on the back of a horse with no saddle, no shoes, no hard hat and a huge grin on my face or 2) behind the wheel of a derelict car, pretending I was on the open road en route to a remote wilderness. I was happiest outdoors, hanging out among the animals with mud on my hands and knots in my hair.
I grew up on a smallholding in Hampshire, where my parents aimed to be self sufficient, rearing our own meat and growing our own food. My sister and I had plenty of freedom to explore – those days we weren’t yet subject to the abusive levels of fear-mongering seen in today’s media – and boy did I take advantage! I always managed to wangle a way of escaping the mundane, spending a huge amount of time going on adventures in my head. You’d find me building dens, climbing trees and cycling through the local forest. I was fit, slim and active, always smiling, forever laughing, very popular, outwardly confident and bubbly … but inside I was developing a cripplingly low sense of self-worth and insecurity.
It’s only in recent years that I’ve learned why and come to terms with the effect past traumas have had on my adult life. I won’t go into detail here but it relates to childhood and ongoing family dynamics.
At 16 I found myself woefully ill-prepared for the outside world but eager to explore it.
I left home at the earliest opportunity but reluctantly went through college and university, both of which I loathed. The education system suffocated me; I wanted to explore my own thoughts, not those of supposed ‘experts’ who’d learned what to think during their own ‘education’. I found the work easy but the whole thing pointless.
Gradually I withdrew and found myself unable to attend lectures at all; I had no idea I was suffering from social anxiety and panic attacks but it was very confusing. I was seen as a rebel, called a ‘bad egg’, where inside I was screaming for help because I had no idea why I felt so worthless.
After university I went wild, throwing myself into an unpredictable, dangerous and unconventional life for the next fifteen years. I travelled a lot, drank a lot, ate a lot and took risks a lot but was desperate for approval and never truly felt settled.
Life stopped abruptly following two near-death experiences that happened within the space of a year: being held hostage during an armed robbery in my home, and being abandoned in a remote part of South Africa by a ‘friend’. These two experiences pushed me over the edge and left me with severe PTSD, stress, agoraphobia and depression. I had zero emotional support and descended into the first of a handful of increasingly severe nervous breakdowns.
I lived in fight or flight mode for the next decade, suffering severe anxiety, panic attacks, addiction and low self-esteem. I was in mental anguish so I basically sat and ate crap, drank alcohol and hid myself away from the outside world to numb myself.
As my psychological state declined so my weight increased.
Despite that I worked hard to pull myself together. I qualified as a life coach, joined a photography club and met Dave. We moved to the coast and launched a wedding photography business.
I became a Master Photographer and began to win the odd award, building a reputation for my wedding & portrait photography. I took on a few life coaching clients and began to help people overcome their own fears. We bought a place in the sun, splashed out on a sports car, lived in some impressive apartments and felt pretty smug at how well we were doing.
All that was to change, however, when we lost everything during the fallout of the 2008 recession.
We found ourselves living in a tent in my parents’ field for a few months. That was fine in itself but being at my childhood home wasn’t ideal and I began to look for free alternatives to renting. I soon discovered house sitting and found a 6-month assignment that was to start the following week.
“All that was to change, however, when we lost everything after the 2008 recession. Funnily enough, though, losing everything turned out to be a blessing in disguise.”
We moved in and welcomed having no bills and few responsibilities. From that moment I put time into finding house sit after house sit and managed to keep a free roof above our heads for the next 10 years, during which time we downsized our belongings by 95% and vowed never to waste money on rent again.
Things ticked along nicely but when Dave got diagnosed with bladder cancer in 2016 I lost all interest in our photography business. My stress levels rose to the point of me suffering a second mental breakdown and in the meantime Dave admitted to finding his job in I.T increasingly draining.
In addition, we’d gained a lot of weight between us and felt that we were growing apart emotionally.
We were at a definite turning point and the only thing we were certain of is that we wanted to move into our future together. Beyond that, we didn’t much care so long as we were happy, healthy and free.
I encouraged Dave to jack in his job the next day and, after a month off, we launched an online web design business instead. Minimal outgoings meant we could well build a passive income whilst allowing the photography to fizzle out and that way we’d free up time to actually live life together. We took a massive pay cut and lived well below the poverty line of one person but life was instantly more enjoyable as we had less ties and were now free to house sit anywhere in the country.
With freedom came time to focus on health and weight loss – and with that came a growth in confidence. I’d started a YouTube channel that had grown to over 30,000 subscribers and with so much support behind me began to actively pursue my dreams.
I voyaged to the world’s most remote inhabited island, set foot on Antarctica, trekked to Everest Base Camp (failed twice!), published books and music. I even flew to Iceland to attempt a solo 1000-miles walk (failed miserably, of course, but at least I had the guts to try!).
When the plandemic hit and most house sit bookings were forced to cancel their much-needed holidays overnight, we found ourselves with nowhere to live again. We moved back into our tent for a few months and talked about the possibility of owning our own home; there was no way we could afford to rent a place, let alone buy one.
At what was exactly the right moment, Dave received a surprise inheritance from a distant relative and we used some of it to buy a minibus. Over the next few months we converted it into a cosy little home on wheels. We were used to living in all kinds of places during our decade of house sitting, so moving into a tiny home didn’t phase us at all.
The second we did move in we felt freer, calmer and happier. We no longer had to rely on house sits and so had even less ties. Dave used some of his inheritance to qualify as a Class 1 HGV driver and we hit the road, going where the work is. A year after that I took the plunge and also qualified as a Class 1 HGV driver.
As we’ve minimised our belongings, freed up our lifestyle and reduced our ties, so my mental state has improved. It’s given me time to draw a line and decide how best to approach the second half of my life.
I’ve recently spent the most distressing few years dealing with past (and ongoing) traumas head on but it’s been a necessary process and I’m just about out of the other side.
The only thing left to tackle now is my addiction to self-sabotage.
After decades of struggling, I’m finally getting somewhere with losing 150lbs of excess weight, instead of using it as an excuse to hold myself back.
I’ve listened to my body carefully over the past few years. It’s led me towards time-restricted eating, high-fat animal foods and fasting. I wouldn’t say I’m out of the sugar trap yet but my habits are changing gradually and I no longer think about junk food and alcohol every minute of the day! I feel more balanced, calm and in control and don’t seem to need sugar comfort so often. But when I fall off the wagon, I fall hard.
I’m learning how to handle stress better overall. My diet and lifestyle is helping me to feel more ‘normal’, both mentally and physically and I’m confident the weight will continue to come off slowly as my body and mind relax and I embrace fully who I am, flaws and all.
I’ve decided to share my progress online in the hope that my experience might be of help to others along the way.
“Losing everything’s a bit like having a mental breakdown. You’ve no choice but to wipe the slate clean, decide what you do and don’t want in life, and start again. No getting caught up in what you should have, should want or should do but taking only what’s important you into your future.”
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